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Dec. 13th, 2015


[deliveries: luke henry and evelyn williams]

[After this.]

[Evie S]

[The bottle is delivered in a small blue box, left for her at the school. A note inside explains that it was a gift from an anonymous benefactor purchased at Repose Antiques. It is wrapped neatly in white tissue paper. The tag, which reads Plique-à-Jour Enamel Bottle, 19th cent is still attached.

The bottle is cool to the touch. It remains cool even after holding it for long periods, and the scent of the remnants of its old perfume, to the owner, seem to change all the time.]

[Luke H]

[The book comes in a solid grey box, dropped off at Luke Henry's door after asking around for his residence. The note also indicates it was purchased at Repose Antiques by an anonymous gifter.

The silver is heavy, and the book is locked securely - though it may open for the right hands at the right moment.

The basket of flowers is ornamental and suggests mourning, but there is something comfortable and soothing about holding it in your hands. The attribution tag reads merely, Prayer Book, German, 18th Cent., Locked.]

Dec. 1st, 2015


Locked: Luke H; Locked Sparrow D; Public

[Luke H/Evelyn W]

[Because how else is she supposed to start? He'll either know or not. Or she's just wrong.] It's Evie.

[Sparrow D]



Really? We're going to tailgate people in the fog? Sheesh.

Nov. 25th, 2015


woods, abandoned houses: luke & matt

Who: Luke and Matt
What: Luke does not care about his own well-being, which is tragic.
Where: Matt's house. The woods.
When: Recentish.
Rating: Uh, TBD. Probably blood.

This is a cut. )

Nov. 17th, 2015


The five stages of parent/teacher conference night.

Denial: Usually sets in the morning of parent/teacher conference night. When you wake up and think, no, it won't be like it was last year.

Anger: When you arrive at school and see the children you gave low marks to hand their signed report cards back to you with a smirk.

Bargaining: You ask your student teacher to take the lead, you tell him that you've got so much confidence in his skills and he's been such a huge help thus far, and you feel he's really ready to take this next step. If by some chance he agrees, your administrator will never sign off. Ever.

Depression: 2:45 PM. Final bell rings. You look at the schedule for the hundredth time. You have no idea how you're going to handle it all. You play every scenario out in your head. You begin cleaning you classroom from top to bottom, you wonder if the rabbit looks sick. You wonder if you really were too hard on your grade marks. You start to question every choice you've made.

Acceptance: 5:30 PM, the classroom begins to fill up with parents, there is nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. This is your fate, if you can make it through - there are donuts in the teachers lounge that will be like a sooting balm to your crushed soul once its all over.


[Lake: "Sparrow" & Luke]

Who: "Sparrow" and Luke
What: Omens
Where: The lake's dock
When: Recentish
Warnings/Rating: Angst and not-okay-in-the-headness

She doused the lantern lights at the end of the dock. Two of them, and normally they shone yellowed and muted in the Repose night, but the ringleted blonde doused them, and the evening was cast into darkness. )

Nov. 16th, 2015



Stay far, far away from the lake.

Nov. 10th, 2015



[A reluctant, and therefor bare bones update.]

Vet hours changing to 10-4 Sunday, 1-8 Wednesday.

Nov. 9th, 2015



[Public, as Sparrow D.]

Birds ate up all the berries early, and crows gathered and huddled on naked branches, and there was a pretty, pretty halo around the moon last night. This winter promises to be long and cold, and they'll tell stories in summer, whisper about how it was endless.